Her foray in to the world of Sugar Daddies was short lived, to say the least. Except she still really needed to make some extra cash. She had unintentionally landed two side gigs on top of her regular 9-5 office job. She nannied for a family from her previous employment at a daycare centre in town, and she had also inadvertently started an under the table pet sitting business. She was making decent enough money, but still, her two side jobs didn’t come anywhere near close enough to supplementing the extra money she needed to get herself on her feet.
Speaking of feet… Throughout the entirety of her time on dating apps, she’d come in contact with a wide variety of odd characters (see any random Chapter for proof). One of the biggest subsets of these dating app guys, were the foot fetishists.
She had the same photos of herself on all the apps, only one in which you could see her feet. Needless to say, that one photo got a lot of action. She had always tried to stay open minded when it came to people’s kinks. Surely she liked things in the bedroom that would make her blush if she were to be outed or mocked for it. However, she had become skeptical of the foot fetish guys. Specifically because of her interactions with Chad the Douchebag (see Chapters 41 through 43).
Fortunately, not all shoes fit the same foot [fetishist]. Some of the guys that commented on her feet were definitely weird and would say gross things like wanting to put her whole foot in their mouth or something, others were fine and polite and just told her she had cute feet.
It was late summer when she happened to have gotten like 3 or 4 messages about her feet in one week. A record, surely. Finally, she decided to accept one guy’s chat invites and began to ask him about it.
This particular guy had followed her on Instagram, and he started their conversation with a general “Hey, how’s it going?” Within moments of her replying, however, he immediately brought up that he liked her feet. After a bit of back and forth, she just flat out asked him, “What’s so great about feet?”
A few moments later, she received a fairly articulate explanation of what made feet so special to him. He said, “I like the fact that it shows me the woman takes care of herself and her body, from head to toe. That, to me, is a big turn on. I also like the different things you can do in the bedroom, Kinkier sex, ect…”
He asked what he meant by different things in the bedroom. Because to her, getting fucked with a foot was not a good time. He replied, “I incorporate foot play in a sensual manner that always seems to work for me. I would gladly give you a foot massage…”
That was enough for her. She had gotten a pretty reasonable explanation out of him. It made sense to her that he could see feet as a form of good health. When she had been nearly 70lbs heavier, back when she was with her ex, her feet were comparable to the Sahara, just unbelievably dry. Her heels basically had mouths, they were so deeply cracked. Once she started taking care of herself, her feet healed themselves. And clearly they were lookin’ good, considering all the attention they had been getting.
As she chatted with this particular foot admirer, a light bulb went on in her head. Being a Sugar Baby might not have been in the cards for her, but was the Universe presenting her with yet another financial opportunity? If her feet were as cute as these guys made them out to be, surely she would be missing a great opportunity to make some extra cash by not selling foot pics.
Her insightful new pal just so happened to be in the foot pic business, or so he claimed. He offered to help her out by giving her tips and tidbits of how to take good foot pictures, and where to sell them. “You only want free feet pics,” she said when he offered to help her. “Hey, a little bit for you, a little bit for me.. It’s a win/win” he replied. She agreed to let him know when she was ready to get the ball rolling on selling some photos. But first, she needed a pedicure!
Her friend was getting married in two weeks, so she decided to wait until she got her glam done for the event, and would take pictures then. The time finally came, and she chose a deep purple for her toes. As the aesthetician finished her last toe, she inspected them and realized she absolutely hated the colour. It was more brown than purple and she knew it was not a colour worthy of being photographed and sold.
Her aesthetician sensed her unhappiness and was actually insanely generous in offering to redo them. It would just cut in to her manicure time and she wouldn’t get the whole relaxation part. So kind! She grabbed a deep grey/blue colour, very appropriate for the season, she thought. The woman finished and she was satisfied, though still didn’t love it and wished she had just gone with a crowd pleasing pink, or something more likely to get interest. These dark fall colours didn’t seem to hit.
She went home and, fortunately, her parents were out. The perfect time to take foot pics without having to sneak around. She thought of where might be a good setting, and settled on the backyard, in the grass. That seemed whimsical or like.. natural? Whatever, that’s where she went. Believe it or not, it was harder than she had thought it would be to take a good foot pic. She could never seem to get the right angle, she would sometimes get her butt in the background and it was not a flattering view. She took as many as she could before she got too frustrated and wanted to throw her phone. She decided to take a break and would try again another day.
That next week flew by and then all of a sudden, it was her friend’s wedding day. Feet pics were not a priority that week. The wedding was such a gorgeous event. The atmosphere was magical, the ceremony was moving and didn’t run long, the food was delicious and the dancing was a party and a half. She was the only single gal among her friends, per yooj. But one of her friends had recently had a baby, and left the wedding early. It was her friend’s suggestion that her husband stay and celebrate the happy couple, so he ended up being her +1. And what a great +1 he was! She had a great time with him, and all their friends.
The night was winding down and she was feeling pretty friendly after all the wine. She had a good buzz going but still had her wits about her. She was genuinely just happy and enjoying the night. The wedding was held at a beautiful restaurant downtown, right on the water. She walked outside on the deck to get some fresh air and enjoy the view, when she ran in to one of the bridesmaids, Kaitlin, who was talking to a cute guy she didn’t recognize. Kaitlin greeted her and introduced them, “Hey! This is my brother, Jordon. I don’t think you’ve met yet.”
They shook hands and she introduced herself. Jordon was really close with his sister, Kaitlin, and as such had gotten to know her friend, the bride, very well. She had heard a little bit about Jordon before that night. She knew that he had been recently divorced, and was somewhat newly single, too. Her friend had never introduced them for fear of them potentially hooking up and then causing drama in her friend group, but her friend also knew that she and Jordon both had some things to work out from past relationships before either of them would be in a place to enter any kind of new relationship. She didn’t begrudge her friend for keeping them apart, and she truly preferred this way of meeting him.
As they talked, all of a sudden they realized that Kaitlin had disappeared and neither of them had really noticed her go. They clearly had a lot in common in regard to their relationship status, and they were both enjoying the single life after both having been through the shit with their exes.
She and Jordon had been chatting directly in the middle of the deck, and when she realized they might be there for a while, she decided she wanted something to lean on and suggested they move to the railing. As they changed locations, she looked up at him and he just kissed her.
It was so unexpected but so welcome. And holy fuck, he was a great fucking kisser. They made out for what felt like an eternity and a split second all in one, when all of a sudden they heard, “Jordon! Dad’s here to pick you up!” They both burst out laughing. What a mood killer. But wow. What a whirlwind.
This meet cute was not at all how she saw her night ending, and all of a sudden she was filled with eager excitement and butterflies. They followed each other on Instagram, and they shared one last passionate kiss before he ran away like Cinderella at midnight.
She hurried back inside to the bathroom to regroup. What the hell just happened! Was she in a romantic comedy? Meeting guys organically in real life just doesn’t happen.. does it?